FRANTICALLY REACHING INTO my pocket, I retrieve my phone, and the moment I turn on the flashlight, a s***h of silver slices through the air.
Sidestepping, I fend off Ella and the pair of scissors she’s wielding like a sword. When she attempts to stab me in the stomach, I grip her forearm—hard. Her pained screams sound loudly, and when she drops the scissors to the floor, I yank her forward, pressing us chest to chest.
“Try that again, and I will whip you until your ass is raw!”
She spits in my face in response.
Furious, I cup her throat and walk her backward, slamming her against the wall. “You don’t leave my side, we clear?”
I don’t have time for this because when the generator kicks in and the emergency lights cover everything in a ghostly green glow, I know something is very
